RYTHM IN THE AIR

RHYTHM IN THE AIR
There is melodious rhythm in the air
Raising my lethargic spirit, conscience and hair
The message of which only but wise can hear
Oh, what a day to witness this gain to bear
Alas the day to rejoice has come so near
Why not be bold in dancing without fear
The future is far but its vision is visibly clear
Everyone should come including my foe, my dear
Arise and shine pick all your tools including that gear;

Today the rhythm has changed into a melody of game
Only the brave and bold will stand up to fame
At which we should keep fit and heal up our lame
In this day, the cripple and the fit are but surely same
Only if he stand up to the beat of the rhythmic flame
In the world of same compare we can’t help but be in shame
If we fail to wake up from the miasma of hedonistic dame.

Oh Africa, why not change this dance into a global sway?
Why not wake up and feel the dawning sunny ray?
Why not gear up and formulate fortunes into our masses way?
Why not instigate the populace to hold sway in sunshine and hay?
Woe onto you pretentious leaders for shoving our smiles at yonder bay
Woe onto you for being the only ones maintaining happiness without pay
Oh what a pain I bear every day everywhere even as I pray gay

The rhythm I hear is not of happiness but a dirge
Of a dying soldier exposed to a compulsive binge


Ali Baba Yakubu
19th March 2009